ParanormalCommunity is hosting a magazine for Halloween!
...or do I mean #WATTOWEEN .
Come read stories and poems gathered from the Collective of the Wattpad Paranormal Research Society, along with featured columns:
*HORRORscopes for October!
* Dre...
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Agent #22, a veteran Seeker, is an undying draugr dressed in a black suit, blue tattoos, and cigarette smoke.
Agent #17 is a powerful psychic fresh out of the Paranormal Academy, and ready to shadow their new partner on their first field exercise.
Together they travel the world in search of powerful humans to recruit for the Wattpad Paranormal Research Society.
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THE PSYCHIC MAFIA (Talking to Ghosts)
The next town over promised Madame Le Fleur's "Whispers From Beyond" was the best show in the county. It wasn't quite what Rho had in mind when Hella promised them they could relax after the incident at the casino, but the fake Telekinetic's winnings proved useful in paying for the agents' tickets (and a tank of gas, and hopefully a warm meal and a safe bed).
Hella swung the de Ville into the packed gravel parking lot, squeezing between a boxy moss-green SUV and a '99 Honda Civic with its rear fender held together by duct tape and prayers. Rho yawned, stretched their long limbs, and squinted up at the gray afternoon sky.
Tut, tut, looks like rain.
The slam of the agents' doors echoed in the heavy almost-silence. Rho fell into step next to Hella as they approached the massive white festival tent. A hand-painted banner (complete with a messy Eye of Providence) announced the name of the show. Rho grimaced at the line twisting out from the tent's flaps all the way out to the parking lot. So many souls looking for guidance...
They side-stepped a pothole and fell behind Hella as the older woman settled in at the end of the line. By the time they reached the tent's entrance, the rows of folding chairs were nearly full. Rho sighed.
The two were asked to leave their belongings at the coat check at the front of the tent. Flyers advertised the Medium's services for a private reading, but recommended interested persons attend two to three shows before booking. Rho wrinkled their nose as they picked up one from the pile laid out on a folding table just inside the tent. The ink bled where the first raindrops had begun to fall. More 'detailed' readings ran for $100, or $20 for a 'quick session'. Nice to see that those beyond the veil appreciated the entrepreneurial spirit. Though Rho never had to pay a ghost to talk to them. Oftentimes the ghosts didn't give them a choice.
These mediums were predators, money-mongers, preying on the weak, the distressed, the truly desperate who were so out of options they were willing to look for help beyond the grave.
A pretty young girl with dimpled cheeks asked for their jacket. Rho resisted the urge to scowl as they handed over their heavy gray pea coat. They had seen this before. Assistants would likely go through the attendees' personal belongings for information to be used in 'cold-readings'. They used statistics and common traits and information that could apply to anyone, but were said in a way that sounded as if it only applied to you. The Barnum Effect was powerful. You could give a full character assessment with information vague enough to be worthless, but people would soak it in and nod in agreement, just like reading zodiac predictions in the newspaper.
